“You can be here anytime you want. I would love to see you in one of those chairs, relaxing.”
“How is your neck?”
I kissed her again. “It feels great.”
“Really?”
“Liv, I have never fallen asleep during a massage. Usually, I can hardly wait to get off the table. Your hands are magic.” I rolled my shoulders, my muscles loose and flexible. “Seriously, magic.”
She chuckled, her eyes dancing in the firelight. “Do you remember what you said the other day—at the cabin?”
I ran my hand over her head. “I said a lot of things, Livvy. Which one in particular?”
“You said making me look messy meant you did your job well. So you feeling better means I did my job well too.”
I cupped her chin, stroking her bottom lip with my thumb. “Very well. I have to figure out a way to say thank you. Maybe show you how great I feel right now.”
“Oh,” she breathed.
I lowered my face to hers, ghosting my lips over hers. “Would you like that, Liv? Show you the fruits of your labors?”
She rose up on her knees, pressing her mouth to mine. She flicked her tongue on my bottom lip, and our mouths melded, her tongue stroking along mine. With a low groan, I bent, picking her up, and standing. She wrapped her legs around my waist, our lips never separating as I carried her upstairs. I laid her on my bed, hovering over her. Our eyes locked and held.
“I’ve been wanting to have you in my bed for a long time now, Liv.”
She played with the ends of my hair, her expression gentle. “You have me now, Van.”
She made me feel so many things all at once. Passion, desire, and longing. The need to be as close to her as I could get. Claim her as my own. Yet, right now, there was another emotion weaving its way through my heart.
The sheer wonder of all she was. Warm, giving, patient, and sweet. And looking at me with the same growing passion I was feeling.
I slid my hand under her shirt, tugging it over her head. The action spread her hair around her head, the golden color a bright contrast to the dark sheets. She lifted her hips, pulling away her leggings. Pretty pink lingerie met my gaze. I traced the lace along the edge of the bra and trailed my finger down to her hips, fingering the tiny bows. “These are nice.”
“I bought them today—for you.”
“Hmm,” I hummed, pulling on one bow, then another. “Very pretty.” The scraps of lace and silk fell away. “Nothing is as pretty as your pussy, though.” I ran my finger along the edge of her, smiling as her breathing hitched and her legs opened for me. I dipped my finger inside, feeling the heat and wetness waiting for me.
“I love how ready you are, baby.”
“I want you,” she whispered. “I’ve been thinking about you all day, Van. Please.”
“I want to take my time.” I met her pleading gaze. “You’re going to come on my hand first. My mouth next. Then I’ll use my cock.”
She grew wetter with my words.
“You like that, Liv? Hearing how often I’m going to make you come?”
She whimpered, arching her back to get closer to my fingers. I slid one inside, then added another, pushing into her slowly. She cried out, fisting the sheets.
“More,” she begged.
I pressed her clit with my thumb, rubbing circles around the bundle of nerves. I captured her nipple in my mouth, sucking and licking, alternating sides. Her hips moved in time with my hand, and she clutched my hair, calling out my name as she shattered. I slowed down, drawing out her orgasm, and before she had finished, I buried my face between her legs, licking and teasing at her sensitive flesh, tasting her climax and driving her toward the next one. She gasped, begging me, God, and anyone else who would listen, for mercy.
I showed her none.
I worked her with my mouth and fingers. As she pleaded, I slipped one finger down to her ass, pressing against the puckered knot, sliding in, and adding another pleasure point. Her entire body seized, and she flailed, screaming out her release.
I drove myself inside her. Deep and hard. Bracing my hands on the headboard I rode her, our bodies slamming together with an intensity so ferocious, the bed creaked and shook. Liv’s heels dug into my ass, pulling me in tight. She gripped at my shoulders, her nails piercing my sweat-soaked skin. I crashed my mouth to hers, lost in the vortex of passion we had created. Ripples of pleasure racked my body. My balls tightened and my cock swelled, the heat and feel of her too much.
I roared my release, pumping deep into her body. She stiffened, her arms clutching me close as she moaned my name. I wrapped my arms around her and rolled, dragging her up onto my chest. For long moments, there was nothing but the sound of our hard breathing and the feel of her on top of me.
She lifted her head, her sleepy eyes content and warm.
“That was something.”
I chuckled. “Good something? Bad something?”
“Very good. Very, very good.”
“Then once again, my job is done.”
She grinned. “I bet it is. I’m sure I look thoroughly fucked.” She wiggled a little. “I certainly feel it.”
I captured her face in my hands. “You are amazing.”
She sighed and snuggled down onto my chest. She felt so right pressed against me. “We’re amazing together.”
I pressed a kiss to her head. “Yeah, we are.” I stroked the hair that tumbled down her back.
“Go to sleep, Liv.”
I chuckled at the soft snores.
She was already out.
Van
Liv was a warm weight on my chest all night. She slept with her face buried into the crook of my neck, her breath little puffs of air on my skin. Completely draped over me, she brushed her toes over my calves, reminding me of the difference in our size. Her small stature belied the inner strength she possessed. I loved her independence, but even more, I loved when she allowed herself to be vulnerable with me. I knew it was a side of herself she showed to few people.
The sky began to brighten, darkness giving away to diffused light when she woke, her body shifting. She lifted her head, sleepy and beautiful, already smiling.
“Hi,” she rasped, her voice thick with sleep.
Keeping one arm around her, I ran my finger down her cheek. “Hey, Livvy.”
She snuggled closer, burying her face beside mine on the pillow. Her voice was muffled when she spoke. “I fell asleep on you.”
“Yes, you did. I liked you sleeping on me.”
“Did I, um, drool?”
I chuckled. “It was the best part.”
She slapped my shoulder. “Stop it. Did I really?”
I kissed her forehead. “No.”
“Okay.”
She moved and I tightened my grip. “What are you doing?”
“You must be uncomfortable.”
I refused to let her move. “Nope.”
“Van, let me go.”
“Never,” I growled playfully.
“You’re impossible.”
Her silky skin slid against my chest. Despite our size difference, she was aligned perfectly with my body, her curves fitting to mine effortlessly. I trailed my hand down her back, cupping the swell of her ass. My dick was on board with the way she felt molded into me, and he enlarged in anticipation. Liv lifted one eyebrow, a sexy smirk crossing her face.